“The light was dim; the lid shadowed the interior of the box, the view through the lens was shimmery and amorphous. The box was full of liquid. He thought ... was that a face? No, not ... but it was something, and facelike. There was a sudden thrashing in the liquid, and flashes of what looked like steel. For a fraction of a second, Webber felt pain, then a rush of warmth, then a feeling of being dragged underwater. And then, as he died, the bizarre sensation that he was being eaten.”